"The jurors have informed the court clerk that they are hung"

No, it's not just rampant machismo over at the LA County Court House today. In case you're stopping by for your bi-monthly dose of music news and information, it looks as though jurors in the Phil Spector trial cannot reach a verdict! They are looking to reduce the charge to manslaughter and retry him. Maybe they'll just wait until he tries to rip off the PCC Flea Market before he actually goes to prison.

In the Summertime, when the weather is hot...

Okay, I know I promised consistency and integrity with the NEW Married... But it appears that Blogger.com has not been showing my new posts. Anyway, here's what I had planned for you for July 18th:

So recently, my jorb brought me to the Warped Tour for the first time in, oh, 8 years, and so I decided I needed to get in the mood. Sadly, that meant no Andrew Bird, no Mungo Jerry, no Porter Wagoner, no ELO, no Will Oldham, or any other music I now in my old age think it's nice or fun or funny to listen to whilst drinking wine with my adult friends. However, I also knew that did not mean 90% of the bands actually playing this year's warped tour. No, no! It meant dating myself significantly, therefore making me age even MORE prematurely, doin' some old man dance, and shouting in gibberish to the urchins and whippersnappers at my feet, "YOU DON'T KNOW WHAT GOOD MUSIC IS! In MY day, we listened to the Bouncing Soooulls!! and they played EVERY Warped Tour - as FAAAAR as the eye could see! And without eye make-up!"

So yes. I listened to the first 3 Bouncing Souls records, and drove home with Rocket From the Crypt and Get Up Kids. But the focus here shall remain on the Souls - my once "all-time favorite" band; the band who sang a song I immediately dubbed "the saddest song ever written;" the band I quoted in my senior yearbook in high school (something that still rings true 7+ years later, and a sentiment Oscar Wednesday will most likely take issue with ('cept the "pizza" part): "You may think we're weather martyrs, but snow and ice make us rock harder. Punkers should be pale and pasty. The pizza here is fierce and tasty. East Coast!" I had to omit the "fuck you!" what followed. Lousy public schools... think they're so tough...).

Anyway, this got the ol' brain banana smoldering. I got to thinking about all the rad songs, and bands and mixtapes, and... yes. Yes, you kibitzing turdburglar. I am proposing a CONTEST!

okay. Well, it's not a contest, persay.

I'm going to (re)make a summer mixtape from the days of my youth. I'm asking that you, unfaithful, fickle readers, do the same. As I receive submissions, I will publish the tracklists, and we can begin open war upon them.

a few rules, stipulations, regulations, and dingleberries:
1. If you request a copy of the mix, I'll gladly send you one (name your format, and I'll do my best).
2. If you are making your own, keep it to one 90 min cassette, max, so it can also hopefully, fit on a CD (so I guess the rule is keep it to 84 min?), for those who no longer own magnetic tape reading machines.
3. Keep the mix to when you were roughly 13-15. This is sexually important to me the integrity of the contest-type thing.
4. IMPORTANT: Don't try to be cooler than you were. The point is not to make a mix of music that (in my case) was released by 1997, it is to make the most likely awesome, potentially embarassing mix that you would've left in a girl's mailbox (sounds so much creepier as an adult, doesn't it?), or given to your nerdy friend. I didn't listen to David Bowie or the Cure's deep cuts until I was like 17. That doesn't mean you didn't, but it's doubtful you had all those Television bootlegs, or early Mountain Goats cassettes when they came out, unless you are really awesome or really old, or had a really awesome/old older sibling.
5. Still have copies of old mixtapes? Post the tracklistings as comments, and make for a musical scavenger hunt!

That is all! 5 simple rules for dating my teenage daughter. go forth! You'll have my mixtape sometime in early August, most likely. And it's going to be sweetsville.

LA HATH NO FURY LIKE FURY666!

Wow. stupidest Blog title for a posting about a rad new bloc party remix by LA's own Trouble Crewers Justin Fury & Zane Trouble 666, aka Fury666 (You can hear it on their MySpace pg).

It's a remix of the already quite rad "Hunting for Witches," and is only available as an exclusive download, when you buy the "Hunting for Witches" single.
Put THAT in your mouth!!

They can be a great people, Kal-El. They wish to be. They only lack the light to show the way.

So I know this Blerg was supposed to be exclusively about Music, and that any number of additional blogs could be set up to discuss any number of additional subjects, but there is one simple and overriding fact, that reigns in great supremacy over all other facts, both fictional and otherwise: This is my blog, and I can do what I want. So without further ado, I'd like to draw your attention to this BBC News "Tech Lab" article, that was pointed in my direction by one of the greatest living authors, alive or dead, Warren Ellis. It is part of an ongoing BBC series (which is one of many that would never, EVER, EEEEEEEEVER be embraced by the American mainstream media. so say what you will about the evils and potential hobgoblins of state-run media, but also fuck you, because you're wrong. again. with gusto, this time.), where various experts in science and technology talk about what they think the future holds for us, written by Scottish science fiction author Charles Stross:
http://news.bbc.co.uk/2/hi/technology/6287126.stm

Okay, just let me know when you've finished perusing said article. It's okay if you skip over the mathy bits. No one likes math. not even nerds.

Basically, what he's saying, is that the future of human technology is going to look incredibly like this:


And while it won't necessarily be the ghost of Marlon Brando giving our descendents advice, long after the earth's yellow sun has super-nova'd, it may be any number of other characters whom you may very well read about this very blog. MARRIED WITH BLOGREN: THE BLOG OF TOMORROW!!

the Revolution on TV.

So you need a reason to live this weekend? how about THIS old chestnut:



it's a terrible shame that MTV no longer shows music videos. Pop music, did, actually cannablize itself!

hahahahahahahahaha. hehhhhhhhhh. sigh.

Solid Gold!

"Treat him like you would treat Dan Aykroyd. Treat him like gold."*


*For those caught unawares, this is an actual, real-life quote from Lana Clarkson's manager the night she was murdered, regarding her alleged killer, Sr. Phillip Spector, as he entered the House of Blues on Sunset Blvd, where she was a hostess.

What was once your Uncle.

First entry! be advised.

There once was a bando by the name of Uncle Tupelo. The pronunciation of the latter half of said moniker is oft debated (I say "tuppelo," you say "toopelo," etc.), but never so much as the great case of Wilco v. Son Volt (TN, 1999.): The leavings of your stinky ol' Uncle.

That, of course, is not true. No one really debates that, except maybe on the 3rd day of Bonnaroo. Both bands are quite good, and most music fans get that. It just depends which direction you want to take, and really, most hippies are fans of both. And you know what? Come to think of it, this isn't a very good analogy for the point I'm bound to make by the end of this post.

Consider Syd Barrett... you know the rest of that old yarn, but I'll give you a second to mull it over. Get all your li'l duckies in a row, etc.

Now flash forward to the Y.o.o.L. 2006. Syd Barrett is still alive, and 2 lads from the Pacific Northwest put out what will be the best album of the year, and one of the best of the now-waning decade:

(lads in question: Band of Horses - Ben, left; Matt, right; misc. pup, center)

But a few months later, Syd is dead as doodoo, and one half of our beloved couplet (R) decides to leave to pursue a number of endeavors. Benjamin continues under the "Band of Horses" moniker, and is doin' a great job. The band is still totally sweet, and there's finally permanent line-up of players. Their live show makes you wish you had a diaper in your PJ's; the record is still flawless.

Now, lettuce flash forward to today, and the analogy you've been holding onto in your frontal lobe so lovingly. Our "Syd Barrett" in this situation: Matthew Brooke, formerly of Band of Horses (our "Pink Floyd"), is (firstly) alive. Secondly, he was a major contributor to the formation of Band of Horses, and the construction of their debut album (which, in case you didn't know, is awesome). He left the band, and has since, oh so recently, started a new band of his own design (but - thirdly - on the same record label of the band he left), entitled GRAND ARCHIVES.

They are fucking sweet (especially for fans of the BoH jams "Funeral" and "Great Salt Lake"). That's all I wanted to tell you. You can buy a CD-R of the 4 songs (the ones on MySpace) on Sub Pop's website.

and to the point where we separate from the above analogy: I hope that Matt stays sane and happy and releases more than 2 albums, and I hope Band of Horses continues to make awesome music, without getting too silly and wanky by the 1980's.